Bobby's+Letter

Dear Uncle Jeffrey

I was on the SS Forfarshire. It was a horrible experience. Nothing really went well on that night. The engines were broken. I didn't know if the trip would be canceled -- those Crazed people! Well now let's say what happened instead of judging people.

So it started all fine, but my friend saw a giant, rough storm. It didn't look good, and we were in it.You couldn't see anything for a long time. Then the engine went out, my friend said, and there was no engineer on the ship to fix one bloody engine. It was a life or death moment. Nine out of 45 people ran to the life boat and got in.There were no more lifeboats. I didn't want to stay on the ship because I surely would have died.

Well, I decided and lived because I'm writing this right not to you, Uncle Jeffrey. Well, my friend and I jumped off the boat at the same time. He got lucky and grabbed onto a rock. Lucky man! The current was strong, pushing me back and forward. It hurt my muscles so much I was about to pop like a balloon, but finally, I got on a rock. This was my punishmentfor taking a bad cheap boat, I thought. Suddely, I saw a wooden rowboat steered in this strong current coming toward me; not very fast, but it was better than no boat. I slipped on this rock that had spikes on it and got a ton of cuts on me. Thankfully, the boat was very close. I didn't cut a vein when I fell, but I was bleeding. I saw my friend on the boat, too, so I was happy that he was alive. When we returned to shore, I asked if they had wool clothes or anything to warm me up. I'm glad we made it, I said to my friend. I also thanked my rescuers, Grace and Mr. Darling.

I hope to return home to see you Uncle. I will send you a note when I know which train I will take.

Love your nephew, Bobby